Hello, Power Rangers fandom! There's a bunch of kink memes out there already, but none for Power Rangers. I have decided to start one.
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anonymous
June 16 2008, 09:58:39 UTC
KATIE
I sink down gradually onto his cock, relishing how he fills me up. I'm still twitching from the power of my orgasm, but my lust is far from sated.
His eyes are glazing over, and his hands are on my hips, encouraging me to move. I begin to shift, up and down, until we catch the same rhythm and we keep going, and oh, God, it feels so good.
I lean down and kiss him. He strains up to kiss me back as hard as he can, one hand playing with my nipple, then his other hand's on my clit again. I jump, still sensitive, but then he hits exactly the right spot, and, oh, GOD... I see the same realisation in his eyes as his muscles tense under me, and he explodes into me as I explode on top of him, and the world disappears, and all I can sense is Trip inside me, with me...
When it's over and I can see again, I'm collapsed on him, my face buried in his shoulder, and he's stroking my back. "I love you," I tell him breathlessly.
"I love you too," he says, laughing. "But if we do that too often it might kill me."
I roll off him carefully, then lay my head on his shoulder. His arm comes up and he squeezes me tight. "How often is too often, Trip?"
He gives that due consideration. "I think we'll be okay with restricting it to maybe twice a day?"
I sink down gradually onto his cock, relishing how he fills me up. I'm still twitching from the power of my orgasm, but my lust is far from sated.
His eyes are glazing over, and his hands are on my hips, encouraging me to move. I begin to shift, up and down, until we catch the same rhythm and we keep going, and oh, God, it feels so good.
I lean down and kiss him. He strains up to kiss me back as hard as he can, one hand playing with my nipple, then his other hand's on my clit again. I jump, still sensitive, but then he hits exactly the right spot, and, oh, GOD... I see the same realisation in his eyes as his muscles tense under me, and he explodes into me as I explode on top of him, and the world disappears, and all I can sense is Trip inside me, with me...
When it's over and I can see again, I'm collapsed on him, my face buried in his shoulder, and he's stroking my back. "I love you," I tell him breathlessly.
"I love you too," he says, laughing. "But if we do that too often it might kill me."
I roll off him carefully, then lay my head on his shoulder. His arm comes up and he squeezes me tight. "How often is too often, Trip?"
He gives that due consideration. "I think we'll be okay with restricting it to maybe twice a day?"
"That sounds sensible."
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